Jiang Meilin tightly gripped her hands, trying hard to adjust her mindset, and forced a faint, unnatural smile, "I, since I'm already a married woman, should learn things like cooking."
"Oh, so that's it. I thought you came to the kitchen to learn this from Aunt Jiang just because you were bored." Shen Mingfeng kneaded the dough in his hand with force, and the flower shape Jiang Meilin had made earlier was quickly ruined in his hands.
Jiang Meilin stared at her hands, a bit afraid, her voice trembling, "Yes, also a bit bored."
He threw the dough into the trash can and forcefully pulled Aunt Jiang aside, towering over Jiang Meilin.
Jiang Meilin shook involuntarily with fright.
Aunt Jiang's hands were still covered in flour. She staggered when Shen Mingfeng yanked her, barely regaining her balance. Seeing him standing in front of Jiang Meilin, Aunt Jiang hurried forward to stand between them. But Shen Mingfeng gave her no chance, as he pushed Jiang Meilin's wheelchair out.
